"You're cheating!"

Clang.

"I'm not cheating. You just suck."

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Accompanied by Jin and Taehyung, you stepped into the fencing room to find two guys in padded uniforms, swinging their blades at each other.

"You won't beat me at this."

"Why not? I beat you at everything else."

"Ha! I was the one who was awarded the gold medal for fencing at the last international competition."

"And I won it the year after that."

"That's not beating. That's copying. How many times do I have to tell you to quit copying me?"

Clang. Clang.

"It's not copying when you're better than the original."

Clang.

Everything came to a halt when one of them jabbed the other in the chest with his blade. The loser looked down at the point in his armor.

"Ha!" the winner yelled. "That's what you get for sassing me. You should respect your elders, Jungkook."

They both dropped their swords and took off their helmets. The loser of the game had a clear, dark eyes that were both beautiful and intimidating at the same time. His features were small but sharp. He reminded you of the high school bad boy in movies you used to watch, like he was ready to break any heart he came across.

The winner of the match had a heart-breaker face as well, but his was less bad boy and more class president. He looked like he could not only break your heart, but somehow convince you that it was your fault for falling in love with him in the first place. His features were bold – bold eyes, bold cheeks, bold lips. He ran his fingers through his thick hair, sweat dripping down the sides of his face.

It was so mesmerizing. His hair was so fluffy and shiny. What shampoo did he use?

He caught you staring at him and winked. Your heart raced.

"Is this my prize?" he asked.

"Easy, Jimin." Jin said. "This is our guest."

"I'm nothing if I'm not hospitable to a lady."

Jin raised an eyebrow. "And that's where half our problems lie."

The loser of the match approached the group.

"This," Jin said, "Is our youngest brother, Jungkook."

He gave a polite nod. At least, you think it was meant to be polite. It was hard to tell. His eyes swept you from top to bottom, but he showed no expression.

"I'm Jimin, their cousin," the other said, stepping in closer to you and grabbing your hand in his. He brought it to his lips. Was this a movie? "My castle is a couple hours by private jet to the north. I would be happy to show you –"

Jin smacked him away before he could finish. "You keep a ten foot radius at all times, got it?"

Jimin shrugged. "Fine by me. I can steal hearts from across the room."

Jin turned to you. "Don't trust him, got it?"

You nodded.

"And that one," he added, pointing to Jungkook, "is just as bad."

"What did I do!"

"Well, for starters, you put soy sauce in my soda the other day, you turd!"

Jungkook smirked.

"And the week before that, you replaced my toothpaste with mayonnaise."

Both Jungkook and Jimin giggled.

"I'm sure, Your Majesty, that both princes will be more than accommodating," Taehyung said. "After all, [Y/N] is new to the royal status and none of us would want her father to hear of any poor hospitality on our part."

Jungkook and Jimin's smirks faded into a solemn line, like school children who had been caught by their teacher passing notes. Taehyung didn't act smug outwardly, but you could see a flash of satisfaction pass through his eyes.

"Taehyung," Jin said. "Please show [Y/N] around the grounds. I want her to feel as at home as possible." He then touched your shoulder. "Dinner is normally at five, but I'll have a tray sent up to your room. Please join us tomorrow night. I look forward to seeing you again."

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Night had fallen by the time Taehyung had shown you around the grounds. He assured you there was more to be seen on the castle property, but you could explore on your own some more in your free time. You were exhausted by all the information you were taking in, but you enjoyed Taehyung's company. At times he was like a well-reserved butler type, and at other moments he was a bashful and giggly child. It was like spending time with an old friend instead of a personal assistant.

"And finally, your room." Taehyung said, bringing you to your door. "I think you'll like it."

He motioned for you to open the door,anticipating your reaction. You cracked it open and peeked inside.Even though the door was only cracked, you could see the beautiful dark wood canopy bed with white lace blankets, and the matching vanity to the side of the room.

"Wow..."

You opened the door wide.

BWAAAAAAAAAAA!

You screamed. You turned to the loud burst of noise and automatically kicked in front of you. Your foot put a deep dent in the wall.

You froze.

Taehyung pulled the door back,revealing an air horn duct-tapped to the wall.

"Ah," he said. "Jungkook was here."

You grabbed your chest and bent over,allowing yourself to breathe. "That scared me to death!"

Taehyung looked at the dent you put in the wall. "Remind me not to sneak up on you."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I just reacted."

"Are you an MMA fighter? That's quite a kick!"

"My uncle runs a Taekwondo dojo."

Taehyung busted up into laughter."You're not at all what I expected, Princess."

"Sorry..." you said, lowering your head.

"It wasn't an insult."

You met his eyes. They sparkled at you.

"If anything else sneaks up on you,let me know." he said. "There's an intercom next to your bed."

"You guys don't have cell phones?"

"Your father requested not to give you one. He doesn't want you to be distracted. Or to use it to plan your escape."

"Funny." you muttered.

"Also," he added. "Not a lot of people know who you are or that you're here. We don't want to risk them finding out until the time is right."

"When well that be?"

"Probably when your father comes. I apologize. I wish I could give you more answers."

You nodded. He left you to unpack your bag and take the most glamorous shower of your life. Changing into your nightwear, you hopped into your soft sheets and sank between the mattress and the blankets.

A princess? Am I really a princess? you thought. If so, that could be awesome. Or maybe it could be awful. Do I have to do this?

You turned over.

Well, even if it is a prank, at least this bed is crazy fluffy...

You slid your hands under the pillow.Something crunched under your hand.

You grabbed the item and pulled it out– a piece of folded paper. You opened it.

Don't get too comfortable. You won't be a princess much longer.